The Heartwood little bird

He steps forward, snapping at her with more words she doesn't quite understand. H-him? She cowers, cringing away even more violently than she always had at the first flash of scarlet in The Pit. She's never been able to stomach violence, or the threat of it, but somehow it feels different when it's directed at her. More cutting. Tears sting her eyes, and she urges herself to think, to remember —
You — Her voice falters, and she tries again. The P-pit. You were there — you — You're the one. The reason he stayed, the reason he died. I will never forget him. Her voice breaks on the last word. The tears come then, but not from fear.

written by xynien